Under the drone

Under the drone short poem

And then one old friend lost,
with memories of us most..
gone through the long highway,
like a hitchhiker does

Why do I here, to cry?
for spared each time
when it is hard to decide..
what to live and what to die

“Don’t go, Don’t go
have much left to play”
I’m just like another annoying boy
losing my friend
sunbeams grow like blast
here inside my brain.
so, am I supposed to choke
for what the reveries broke
or to let my friend say ‘good-bye’
and to walk away…

did I pump some blood into your brain
I don’t know,
My hands are full of blood
the heart is full of sorrow
where shall I be without you tomorrow?
lonesome alley
filled with ashes and tears
once I stepped, I slipping into fear
Thus, glory of yesterday
sinking to the west
so I put my dear covered,
and laid him to rest, laid to rest..

Now you Kiss me or spit me,
I will really never care
will never ask you to hug me
to dig the havoc of war..
All I really want you to
throw this body
beside my friend laid silly and unknown
to those places of our glory past
now falling abandoned
Under the Drone…

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